my love And the whale is a snail Sailors dance in a trance On the ocean Fairy lights in her eyes Tame the water With the morn we mount and ride Pilgrims of summer
it was a sunny summer day of sophomore year Derek, Marc, and I on = highway 55 surfboards on the rack, ate breakfast on the way it's days = like these
Music: Claude-Michel SchA¶nberg Lyrics: Herbert Kretzmer Original text: Alain Boublil and Jean-Marc Natel I dreamed a dream in days gone by When hope
was his roadside angel, he was her guiding light They drove south from New York City To Gainesville, Florida Settled for two summers There with Marc
a '63 You had to be blind not to see it was a perfect love It was a perfect love oh, yeah, yeah Well, they worked one summer together at the '64 World
I hope you understand Such a love could never be The sea has turned my soul And it aches to be free I will always think Of southport at the fair Summer
like my life to be I'll take it neat Bitter sweet That's how I see the world I like the rain I like the dark I like the mornings in the park The summer
There's a light burning in the city In the city In the city of nights As the sun goes down there's a wind blowing through the city A darker day as summer
coming But what I would have dearly loved once more To haul my bones towards the sun, towards summer Towards spring, towards tomorrow I'm coming I'm
If you go away On this summer's day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky When our love was new And our hearts
And tonight the look that branded me Was like a pool of burnt out gasoline Shiny brown skin like the melting tar On a sticky summer road Finger on the
somebody else I might do the same to you myself It's so hard It's so God damn hard Living on a diet of liquor and pills When the summer's long and the
I'll be there in the summer sky In the tears that you cry I'll be there when the darkness falls at night I'll be there in the snow and rain Softly easing
give to you It was as red as the sun in the evening sky It was as red as the fire in a panther's eye It was as red as the rose under the summer sun
The bargemen see Me growing old I see the bargemen Aging too We play the game Of Tom Fools Where the one Who still is oldest In my work Even in summer
dream Don't let me catch you crying Just hear the sad breeze sighing You have You have You have the first ice of winter I have the first rain of summer
recount the wars And stronger than The great who've made us make them We must listen to The bird in the wood THe murmer of summer The rising of blood
my right hand Hold them up And let them go Sweet summer day Talking about a sweet summer day Take your troubles and let them fly away I'm talking about a sweet summer